Your breath beside me.
Willows beneath my boughs.
Last night you cast love’s imposters out the door.
Supine in your divinity, my thoughts tremble.
Drunk in memories.
I’m twenty-three in Paris. And all I want in this crazy spinning orb is
One more moment,
In Montparnasse,
Fingers intertwined beneath the pearl-laced tablecloth of that modest cafe,
Overpriced...
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